It’s kind of like a studio demo. Loose and meandering and rough around the edges.

We start off riffing about the possibilities for poetry on the iPad and then move into Heather’s influential work in video poetry, her years rocking Cascadia in punk rock bands and a million other things.

Music by Chris Coon, Videopoem screening-“How To Remain”, Heather Haley.

Saturday July 17 at 7PM – W2 @ Storyeum 151 W. Cordova Vancouver, BC

After the interview Heather and I walked down Commercial Drive toward her car and talked about our mutual history of self-directed readingand some of the authors and books that we came across by fluke or reco over the years and how that process of seemingly random discovery has influenced us creatively.

Here’s a great list of writers that Heather sent me that was inspired by our conversation:

We met at Lucky’s Comics for the release of Marc Bell’s new book Hot Potatoe, by Drawn and Quarterly. Lucky’s was packed and we spent a little while talking with friends before walking down to the Main Restaurant. We sat in the back room with a pitcher of beer and talked for an hour and a half.

It’s a really great conversation but be forewarned: It contains some explicit language including my long tangential riff on pataphysics at the end. A lot of fun.

Steve will be in the gallery on Saturday and Sunday from 1 to 5pm so drop by if you can or contact Steve Calvert for inquiries: calvair [at] gmail [dot] com

You won’t regret it, unless of course you don’t see the exhibit in which case you probably will regret it.

Numbered edition of collectors’ prints from each artists will be available for sale, through Gallery Atsui.

For those tempted by the poetic austerity of the quote I have pasted below, may I recommend that you read Steve’s Introduction to the Angels in the Angles. This is the fantastically imaginative, creatively abstruse, indelibly specific piece of writing that I was referring to during my riff at the end of the interview posted above.

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As artists adapt to the growing insecurity of our national institutions, creative communities are presured to galvanize and grow stronger, more independent, industrious, and interdependent, developing means of production and trading networks in cultural and cosmopolitan pockets far and wide. In the absence of federal support, producing autonomously, even anonomously, we work for a future milieu which does not yet exist. Rushing in to fill the vacuum, exchanging ideas with a non-linear, open source, transhistorical temperment, we braid our conceptualizations beyond translation, openly hostile to that trust which has forsaken us… this utopia has been dreamed before.

I only know about this great poem because I follow him, Ernesto Priego, on twitter. Further evidence that twitter is not a vacuous hole of suburban non-sense (all the time).

Check out Ernesto’s blog, Never Neutral, for more poetic experiments involving technology, text and comix.

The visual poet is the person who sees text where others see words, the visual poet is the one for whom words are not invisible portals toward meaning but concrete structures that harbor meaning, the visual poet is the person who loves the letter and the structures of sequences of letters over the word.

As artists adapt to the growing insecurity of our national institutions, creative communities are presured to galvanize and grow stronger, more independent, industrious, and interdependent, developing means of production and trading networks in cultural and cosmopolitan pockets far and wide. In the absence of federal support, producing autonomously, even anonomously, we work for a future milieu which does not yet exist. Rushing in to fill the vacuum, exchanging ideas with a non-linear, open source, transhistorical temperment, we braid our conceptualizations beyond translation, openly hostile to that trust which has forsaken us… this utopia has been dreamed before.